Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.
How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection.
For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.
Sportswriters are a rude and brainless subculture of fascist drunks
Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition.
There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.